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Pandora Box Poem
I close my eyes...
Your hands run over my hips,
Followed closely by your lips,
As you sit afore me on the bed;
Sending frissons from my toes to head.
I close my eyes...
I feel your eyes upon me:
What is it that you see?
Some-one with whom to have fun?
Something to discard when you’re done?
I close my eyes...
Time has passed
I still feel your touch
Or is it just in my mind
Because I want it so much.
I close my eyes...
You’re not here.
You won’t be here again.
Tears stream down my face
In a river of pain.
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Pandora Box Poem
We spoke of a special connection;
of trust, friendship and sharing;
of spending time together;
of exploration and daring;
of tongues dancing entwined;
of sharing a unique bond;
of hands finding each other;
of skinny-dipping in a pond;
of kissing and caressing my breasts;
of coating them in cum;
of licking and stroking your cock;
of finding new kinds of fun;
of opening my arse to you;
of together making porn;
of ****ing on the hood of the car,
at sunset or at dawn;
I wanted to face all this
with you;
You did, too -
With some-one else.
***8 September 2013
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